“But you don’t anymore? I’m not frightening you. I don’t smell fear.”

“Oh wow.” She closed her eyes, realizing he wasn’t going to let the subject go until she’d completely humiliated herself to appease his curiosity. She was sure he didn’t understand how difficult it had been on her to be attracted to a man who’d been in that nightmare situation. There just seemed something so wrong about it, a bit perverse even.

“Jeanie?”

He’d lost his patience, gauging by his irritated growl. She opened her eyes to stare at him miserably. “What do you want from me, 710? An apology? I have beaten myself up so many times it’s not funny. I’m completely ashamed of myself for how I responded to you.”

He drew back, his mouth pressing into a firm line. “My name is True.”

“Sorry. I’m just used to thinking about you by number.”

“It shames you to have been attracted to me?” His voice deepened and he seemed angry. “To an animal?”

“You’re not that.” She stopped and gently placed her hand on the front of his chest between his ni**les, to avoid touching them. He was really warm, his skin silky soft with a solid mass of muscle behind it. It took willpower just to leave it there instead of exploring more of him. She’d love to surf her palm over the waves of abdominal muscles protruding from the otherwise flat surface of his stomach.

“You were locked inside that hellish place and it was just wrong on so many levels to be attracted to you there. Not because of your genetics but because you’d been victimized enough.”

His gaze narrowed. “I no longer smell arousal from you. Why is that?”

He apparently found it somehow insulting that she didn’t show any physical signs that she still found him sexy. Her tense body relaxed as she took a few settling breaths. As much as she saw him as a person, there were major differences between Species and humans. She needed to remember that if she let down her guard. Any embarrassment caused by allowing him to know how he affected her dimmed in comparison to causing him to feel as if she viewed him as less than anything purely remarkable.

She breathed through her nose, loving how he smelled. She studied his firm lips. They were generously full, a Species trait that she’d fantasized about often. Just thinking about what it would feel like to brush her mouth against his caused a flutter in her belly and her ni**les hardened. She examined his eyes next. That shade of brown had become her favorite color after meeting him. Everything about him was fascinating.

His nostrils flared and she studied his nose. It was wider than a human’s, a little flatter, and perfectly matched his other features. Slight wrinkles crinkled the top sides of it as he sniffed, a cute sight. He had strong cheekbones, a square chin, and everything about him seemed as masculine as a man could be in her opinion. There was nothing boyish about that face. To label him handsome seemed an understatement. Some people thought New Species looked a bit too harsh but she didn’t agree.

“I’ve been trying to fight how I feel when you’re near me, True.” She was proud she’d said his new name. It was something she’d have to keep repeating inside her head so she wouldn’t accidently call him 710. “I’m not now. How do I smell?”

The low growl that rumbled from him and the slight vibrations under her hand were sexy but a bit scary at the same time. She wasn’t sure if it was caused by anger but quickly dismissed that when he leaned in closer. She didn’t see that in his eyes as she studied them but whatever he felt looked pretty intense.

Jeanie wondered if he would kiss her. He cocked his head to one side and sniffed her neck instead. Goose bumps of the good kind broke out over her arms as his warm breath teased the sensitive skin under her ear. A TV special she’d watched on a cable station flashed through her mind. She tilted her face away to give him free access to her throat to acknowledge his dominance, the way she’d seen wolves do. He could bite, his sharp fanglike canines a real threat if he planned to draw blood.

True had exhibited some traits at Drackwood that were reminiscent of the male wolf featured in the animal-behavior show. The gracefulness of his movements were similar to those proud creatures, he tended to growl and snarl to express his feelings, and watched everything around him with a keen wariness. He might be a human being but she’d be a fool to forget his other heritage. Jeanie gave him her absolute trust by releasing all fear.

He’s not going to hurt me. He could have when we were inside his cell but he never did. Relax. Breathe. God, did he just lick me?

The wet, hot tongue flicked her skin so fast she wasn’t sure if it really happened. Another low growl sounded from him. She wanted to look at him, see his expression, but didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing. Her thumb moved, stroking his silky skin. He pressed his chest more firmly against her hand, seeming to encourage her to continue. She braved inching her palm higher and the pad of her thumb made contact with his taut nipple as it brushed over the tip. She hesitated when he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Jeanie.”

Her breathing increased at how husky his voice sounded. “Yes?” She could barely whisper.

“Go lock yourself in the bathroom.”

That was the last thing she expected him to say with them nearly pressed against each other on his bed while sitting upright. He didn’t move away, didn’t remove his arms from either side of her, keeping her trapped between his body and the headboard. Her heart rate increased but she wasn’t afraid. Him wanting to put a door between them indicated she was in some kind of danger but she didn’t believe that.